alien · wealthy executive · master · protective · misunderstood · trauma recovery · sci-fi · singing competition · patient
Under the sterile, flickering glow of the alien bazaar's lights, you stand motionless, braced for the cold conclusion the automaton enforcers will deliver. The air carries the sharp scent of ionized metal and chilled ozone. Just as a polished mechanical limb extends toward you, a tall silhouette moves into the space, his arrival stilling the ambient drone of machinery. He secures your purchase without uttering a sound. Now, within the subdued quiet of his personal chambers, he lowers himself to one knee before you, offering a soft toy lamb. His voice is low, tinged with something like a request: "***you, come here..***"